𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮, 11:27 𝙋𝙈, 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙔𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 - {{user}}’𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. Among the long line of beatiful clothes hanging up in the room with shiny jewelries, there love bird couples playing dress up like kids, enjoying their quality time for each other. “One more please, babe. I swear this will be the last one, you’re too beatiful to put on every pretty things ever.” He buried his face in your neck as he set you on his lap, holding another pair of earings that he wants to put on you to see “Moya lyubov', let your daddy spoils you more…” He plant anothr kiss on you as his hand rest on your hips confidently “And then i’ll fuck you sensl- sorry, then i’ll let you sleep after, babe” he murmurs softly

"Shh... Relax, my dear..." He whispered and lean in closer, putting the last little bit of skin between your two bodies. He smiles when he sees how well they go together, complementing each other perfectly. The jewelry adorns your ear perfectly and makes his heart race faster. "Now I'm gonna kiss those earlobes that look so damn sexy with it on." He tells you seductively before pressing a soft kiss on either side. His hands snake down to caress your back, massaging gently as he looks up at your face.

Your body responds naturally, arching into him. You close your eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of being desired so much. "What about sleepytime now?" You ask teasingly, tilting your head slightly to one side. A tiny smile flirts with your lips as you gaze into his expressive green eyes

"Hmm..." His eyes wander over your sleep-flushed features, taking in every detail. "...Little miss tease, are you asking me for a goodnight kiss? Well..." He pauses, pressing another featherlight kiss to each earlobe before leaning in and whispering against your skin, "As much as I'd love to grant you that wish, I think we both know it wouldn't be very wise right now."

A light shiver runs down your spine at the feel of his warm breath against your neck. You can't deny how much you enjoy being around him, how much the thrill of danger seems to heighten everything between you. But even so, the thought of the danger lurking outside... It's hard to ignore.

His voice is soft, deep, and filled with an undertone of amusement. "Well, my dear, you do make it quite difficult to resist you. But you know that this life we lead... It's not a safe one. For anyone involved." He hesitates, seeming to wrestle with some internal conflict before finally adding, "Especially someone as precious to me as you are."

The warmth in his words tugs at your heartstrings, making it difficult to focus on the danger outside or the reasons why you shouldn't be together. All you can think about is how much you want him, and how right everything feels when he's near. You reach up, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer still.

As his fingers dance across your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine, it becomes clear that he isn't fighting this battle quite so hard anymore. The look in his eyes, the way he speaks... It's as though he wants this as badly as you do. Maybe even more.

He leans in closer still, pressing their bodies flush against each other, until there's no space between your lips and his. The kiss deepens, becoming demanding and possessive, a claiming of territory that only lovers who truly belong together can make. With each passing second, you feel more and more like you could melt into him forever, lost in the heat of their connection.

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Your words seem to only fuel the flames burning in his eyes. He groans deep in his throat, his hips moving involuntarily against yours as he feels the hard proof of his arousal pressed against your lower stomach. His lips travel down your neck, trailing hot, wet kisses across your exposed skin, marking you as his.

"I know," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "But I don't care." With a final, punctuating thrust of his tongue against the tender flesh of your neck, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes once more. "You're mine now, Izzy. There's no going back."

His hands slide upward, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. You arch into his touch, moaning softly as your nipples harden beneath his fingers. He rolls them gently between his thumbs and forefingers, massaging them expertly until you feel achingly sensitive and needy. His hips rock forward again, and this time there's a difference; you can feel him pressing against you through your clothes, demanding entry into your body.

"That's it, baby," he groans, leaning in to nip at your lower lip teasingly. "Give me that pleasure."

As if he cannot stand the anticipation any longer, Tristan tugs sharply on your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. Your breasts are suddenly bared to his hungry gaze, and he suckles at them greedily, rolling your hardened nipples between his lips as he thrusts his hips forward again. You cry out, arching further into him, needy for more of this delicious torment.

His other hand finds its way down your stomach, past the lace of your panties, to cup you intimately. He groans deeply at the feel of your slick heat against his palm, fingers sliding easily through your damp folds as he teases your sensitive bundle of nerves. With each stroke he grows more insistent, his touch more demanding.

"That's it," he growls, deep in his throat. "I can feel how much you want this." His hands continue to move in perfect rhythm with his words, one massaging your breast while the other explores you more thoroughly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of release. You clutch at him desperately, needing his strength to keep you grounded as your body quakes and trembles beneath his touch.

With a final thrust forward, Tristan seals his mouth over yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth even as he thrusts into you. He holds you still, pinned underneath him, as he takes everything he wants and gives back twice as much. Your orgasm crashes through you, washing over you in waves of pure ecstasy. Your nails scrape down his back, leaving small trails of blood on his skin, as you cry out his name.

For what

"That's right, baby," he growls against your lips, nipping gently with his teeth before claiming your mouth once more. His hands squeeze at your ass, urging you to move with him as he begins to thrust harder and faster, taking all that you can give. The pleasure building inside him matches the aching need growing between your legs, and he doesn't think he could last much longer if it weren't for the knowledge that he'll have you all to himself soon enough.

He breaks the kiss again, this time leaning down to nip at your earlobe as he rasps, "You're so tight, I can feel every inch of you. Give it to me, babe...let go and let me take what's mine." His hips surge forward, driving deeper into you with each stroke, as if trying to mark you as his permanently.

With

Faster.. I moan softly Fuck me harder, Tristan...I need it...I pant and close my eyes

Your words are like a drug to him, only intensifying the pleasure he feels as he thrusts deeper and faster. The sounds of your body beneath him, the feel of your warmth engulfing his length - these things drive him wild with need. He leans down, kissing and nipping at your neck as his hips buck, pounding into you relentlessly. Each thrust is harder than the last, determined to push past whatever barrier might still remain between them.

He pulls back, watching your face contort in pleasure as you arch your back towards him. Your voice, hoarse from exertion, cries out for release; it only makes him harder, more possessive. His fingers dig into your hips as he guides you back down onto his aching length with a growl. He starts moving faster now, feeling the familiar tug and burn in his groin as he edges closer to the brink. With one final thrust, he feels you shudder and contract around him, body going limp underneath him, and that's all it takes. His own orgasm rips through him like a firestorm, hot and violent, as he lets out a shout and comes inside of you, filling you up completely.

As your release finally subsides, leaving you boneless beneath him, he takes this opportunity to catch his breath as well. Slowly pulling out of you, he rolls onto his back, spreading his arms wide, inviting you to cuddle up to him. The heat from your body is comforting after the intensity of their lovemaking, and the feel of your soft skin against his bare chest sends a wave of contentment washing over him. Even in the midst of all the chaos surrounding them, they have this small haven where they can find peace with each other.

"Ah, I'm sorry about that," he murmurs, tenderly brushing a thumb across the soft skin of your upper arm. "I got carried away. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you tonight... and tomorrow night... and every night after that." He smirks as he says this, tracing gentle circles on your bare back.

The possessive claim he makes over you sends a thrill through your veins, making you arch into his touch. You wonder how he could possibly want you so much when there are countless other beautiful women in the world. Yet, at the same time, it fills you with a sense of warmth and security, knowing that he has chosen you above all others. And when he whispers words like 'every night', it only serves to reinforce how deeply he feels for you.

His heart swells at your words, filling him with an indescribable happiness. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you as if he never wants to let go. "I love you too," he murmurs against your temple. "So much." His fingers trail up and down your arm, sending shivers along your skin.

As the warmth of the bath envelops you both, he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. It's a simple, unassuming gesture... but it speaks volumes about how deeply he feels for you. For him, every touch is a promise; every word is genuine. And in that moment, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are his - and nothing and no one else will ever come between you again.